"Report! Report!!"
On Thunder Mountain, a man wrapped in lightning came charging wildly.
At this early hour, the Thunder Mountain high-ups were holding a meeting. Upon hearing the commotion, the hall instantly fell silent.
"Who's there?"
"Stop!" The guards outside the hall shouted sternly, raising their long spears in unison.
"Me! Brothers! I'm from Tiger Whisker Hall!" The man finally stopped, his appearance so miserable that the two guards were left dumbfounded.
The man felt a bitter ache in his heart, overcome with shame.
From the foot of the mountain to its peak, he had passed through checkpoint after checkpoint, interrogated by countless guards.
Every time they saw his tattered clothes and battered, bloodied body, they would reveal expressions of disbelief.
A dignified disciple of the Second-class God·East Ting, how could he have fallen to such a state?
Never mind his combat prowess—his speed alone was said to be unparalleled in the world!
